A/N: Because what ever happened to Sharon Beck?

"Rusty, what are you doing here?" Sharon questions as she looks up from her desk, Andy turning from where he sat across from her, and both of them eyeing the teen. It wasn't unusual for one of the kids to pop into the murder room throughout the day, but they could tell by his wide eyes and pale skin that something was off.

"What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost." Andy adds as Sharon places the bridal magazine they had been looking at in a drawer.

"Rusty," Sharon gets up from her seat and cautiously approaches him, "what on earth is going on?"

"You guys need to come outside. Right now." Rusty blurts out before running down the hall and towards the parking garage.

"What the hell?" Andy breathes out in confusion as he looks to Sharon, "What's gotten into him?"

"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this." Sharon schools her features before walking towards the elevators, Andy following behind.

Sharon takes deep breaths as the elevator makes its way to the parking garage, unsure of what was going on. A part of her hoped that Ricky and Emily were in town, and that this was a ruse to surprise her.

As soon as the elevator doors open, she can tell it's anything but that. Rusty's car is pulled up outside the terminal, and the back door is open. His legs are sticking out of the door, and from what she could tell, he was laying across the seat.

"Rusty?" Sharon questions slowly, her hand gingerly brushing against Andy's as they take a step towards the car.

"Okay, I know this is going to sound crazy," he pushes himself out of the car, a cardboard box in his hands, "but look." He opens the box and both Sharon and Andy peer curiously inside, surprised to find a small baby sleeping soundly.

"Did you steal a kid?" Andy questions with anger as he looks at the child. If he had to guess it was no more than a few days old, and he wondered how Rusty would've even managed to get ahold of it.

"Rusty, tell us what is going on, right now." Sharon crosses her arms over her chest, switching to Darth Raydor in a matter of seconds.

"Mom, I think this is my sister." He looks from the baby to the couple in front of him with pleading eyes.

"Why would you think that? Where'd you get a baby?" Andy questions, and Sharon pats his arm in an attempt to keep him from getting any more worked up.

"When I went to leave the condo I stepped outside and the box was there. Who else would leave a baby outside our door?" He questions, "I haven't talked to my mother since we saw her last." Rusty looks to Sharon, "Shouldn't she have had the baby by now?"

Sharon thinks for a moment, trying not to look at the sleeping child. She knew it was only a matter of time before she got attached, and she knew that wasn't a good idea.

"I'm not sure exactly, but I think so." Sharon nods, "But that doesn't prove anything."

"Come on Mom, who else would drop their baby outside our door?" Rusty questions with exasperation, "You told me I had to be ready to be an older brother, and that's what I'm doing."

"This is ridiculous!" Andy interjects, his eyes pinched shut with frustration and his face reddening, "Why would she give us her baby!"

"Andy," Sharon turns to look at him, her eyes filled with worry, "maybe you should go back upstairs. You know getting this worked up isn't good for your heart."

"How can you expect me not to get worked up about something like this?" Andy questions loudly.

"Uh, guys," Rusty looks awkwardly from the box to his parents, "I think she's waking up."

A quiet squeal comes from the box, and before Andy can even register the sound, Sharon reaches into the box and picks up the child, "You're a little one, aren't you?" Sharon questions softly as she cradles the baby against her chest, "What's your name?"

Andy and Rusty exchange a look, neither of them having expected Sharon to have reacted like this.

"Why not Mariana?" Rusty suggests, "At least until we know. It's better than Jane."

The baby starts to cry and Sharon coos quietly, rocking the bundle back and forth.

"Andy, can you give Cynthia a call for me? And see if you can track down Sharon Beck. I'm going to run out and get some formula."

"You've got to be kidding me right now." Flynn lets out a deep breath and rolls his eyes, "Am I the only sane one in this family?"

"Look at this face." Sharon says in her baby-voice as she turns to Andy, "Tell me this isn't the cutest little face."

"Go. Go find some formula and I'll get the team on this." He presses a kiss to Sharon's cheek before adding, "We aren't exactly equipped for something like this."

Sharon ignores his comment, instead getting into the backseat of Rusty's car, the teen starting it and pulling out of the parking garage.

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"So, Andy's mad." Rusty breathes out as he and Sharon shop for formula, "I'm not trying to mess you guys up, especially with the wedding and all, but I didn't know what else to do."

"You did the right thing." Sharon responds seriously, the baby once again sleeping in the crook of her arm, "Gosh, I forgot how expensive all this stuff is." She breathes out as she hands Rusty a container of formula, "We should get diapers too, and maybe some clothes."

"If I let you buy too much, Andy's going to kill me." The teen laughs awkwardly, "Let's just stick to the essentials right now."

"Is clothing not essential?" Sharon questions with a raised eyebrow, "If so, I suggest you give me back the shirt you're wearing, since I paid for it."

"Mom, come on." Rusty sighs, "That's not what I meant. Babies can get by with just diapers and blankets, at least for a while."

"If this little girl's going to grow up a Flynn, she needs to look the part." Sharon responds, and Rusty just sighs.

Sometimes there was no arguing with her.